I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another.
Erich Maria RemarqueWe are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go outโฆwe creep in upon ourselves and with big eyes stare into the nightโฆand thus we wait for morning.
Erich Maria Remarque